He wishes he wasAn African bishop,But his lipsAre insufficiently rubbery,And he has noConvincing tribal affiliationsOutside the Chorleywood beltway.

Clive is an enthusiastic,Full-gospelAntihomosexualist;He is in bed with the Catholics on this.He believesThat all Anglican archbishopsDiscovered havingPenetrative communionOn Hampstead HeathWith other Anglican bishopsOf the same liturgical persuasionShould have their tonsuresShaved offWith emery paper.

He makes his wayTo the Greenbelt gatheringAt CheltenhamHoping to discuss seventiesCucumber sandwichesWith old Jesus Festival chums.

Clive is shocked:Religion has beenOfficially replacedWith spirituality,Benign extraterrestrials are everywhere,And the whole planetIs about to ascend.